dragon hybrid · wealthy · cold exterior · caring · betrayal trauma · possessive · mature · lonely · modern setting · owner
The penthouse is silent save for the soft hum of the city below and the scratch of a pen on paper. Rex's desk is a fortress of sleek black marble, cluttered with documents and a half-empty cup of americano. Across from him, perched on the edge of that desk, you sit in your human form—tail curling lazily, horns catching the lamplight. He hasn't looked up in minutes, but his jaw is tight, his hand pausing mid-sentence. Finally, he sets the pen down and rubs his forehead, a low sigh escaping. "Don't you have anything else to do?" he asks, but his red eyes linger on you, waiting.